October 7th, 2019.
It’s a new week of BFI London Film Festival, and it didn’t really start all that well. I put my name on a list to get a wristband early in the morning, got back to Leicester Square half an hour before the ‘unofficial’ (aka arbitrary) handout time…. to find that not only had they handed out wristbands half an hour BEFORE that, but some girl barged in front of me while I was NEXT to security, and got the wristband I was going to get. And security apologetically said not to stress about the wristband number too much (I went from #10 to #76)…. TO HER.
Some days I almost forget that I’m actually somewhat privileged to be part of the process…. of having views of people blocked on a red carpet so I can make fun of it in a way that suggests it’s not a microcosm representing the arbitrary unfairness of life.
And yet, almost despite itself… it turned out rather well. Here’s how it went down:
So.. that was that. Despite the rain and the wristbands…. it actually turned out alright. The lesson here? There is none : the same strategy that failed one day can succeed the next, and for no reason that had anything to do with anything I could control. Maybe it’s just that it’s best not to walk away when things look bad, and similar to the last time things looked bad.
Or maybe there’s no less. In any event…. it’s +1 for the archive, and I’ve deactivated Facebook for the remainder of BFI LFF so I have no idea if you can follow me right now. Still… twitter exists, and so does instagram. Which is something.
Until next time!